Illustrated Birthday Book of American PoetsAlmira Leach Hayward Houghton, Mifflin, 1881 - 307 pagini |
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Pagina 8
... never , But gush by pressure from above , With God's hand on the lever . January 12 . 7. G. Holland . Ah , dream too bright to last ! Ah , starry Hope ! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the future cries " On ! On ...
... never , But gush by pressure from above , With God's hand on the lever . January 12 . 7. G. Holland . Ah , dream too bright to last ! Ah , starry Hope ! that didst arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the future cries " On ! On ...
Pagina 40
... never change , The fashions of the earth and Heaven may alter ; Why should we care ? Mrs. S. M. B. Piatt . His face is truly of the Roman mould , He bears within the heart of Cato , too ; Although his look may seem severe and cold He never ...
... never change , The fashions of the earth and Heaven may alter ; Why should we care ? Mrs. S. M. B. Piatt . His face is truly of the Roman mould , He bears within the heart of Cato , too ; Although his look may seem severe and cold He never ...
Pagina 58
... fame , The glorious record of his virtues write , And hold it up to men , and bid them claim A palm like his , and catch from him the hallowed W. C. Bryant . flame . March 17 . March 18 . They never crowned him 58 March 16 .
... fame , The glorious record of his virtues write , And hold it up to men , and bid them claim A palm like his , and catch from him the hallowed W. C. Bryant . flame . March 17 . March 18 . They never crowned him 58 March 16 .
Pagina 59
Almira Leach Hayward. March 17 . March 18 . They never crowned him , never knew his worth , 59 March 16 .
Almira Leach Hayward. March 17 . March 18 . They never crowned him , never knew his worth , 59 March 16 .
Pagina 60
Almira Leach Hayward. They never crowned him , never knew his worth , But let him go unlaurelled to the grave : Hereafter there are guerdons for the brave , Roses for martyrs who wear thorns on earth , Balms for bruised hearts that ...
Almira Leach Hayward. They never crowned him , never knew his worth , But let him go unlaurelled to the grave : Hereafter there are guerdons for the brave , Roses for martyrs who wear thorns on earth , Balms for bruised hearts that ...
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Alice Cary April August August 20 Bayard Taylor beauty bless breath bright brow calm Celia Thaxter dear December December 23 doth dream E. C. Stedman E. S. Phelps earth eyes face fair faith February February 11 feet flowers God's grace H. H. Jackson H. W. Longfellow hand hath heart heaven holy hope J. C. R. Dorr J. G. Whittier J. R. Lowell January January 11 Joaquin Miller July June life's light lives look Lucy Larcom M. M. Dodge March N. P. Willis November O. W. Holmes o'er October October 11 patience Phabe Cary R. H. Stoddard R. W. Emerson September September 27 shining skies smile sorrow soul stars sweet T. B. Aldrich T. B. Read tears tender thee thine things thou art toil trust truth unto voice W. C. Bryant W. D. Howells woman's youth Z. B. Gustafson
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Pagina 233 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie ; but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy Dearth the lovely ones again.
Pagina 190 - For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been...
Pagina 233 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Pagina 1 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the winged snow: And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Pagina 86 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Pagina 255 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Pagina 238 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Pagina 128 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Pagina 64 - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
Pagina 30 - Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.